The Harp Of Hoel. Part Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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William Lisle Bowles

The Harp Of Hoel. Part Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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High on the hill with moss o'ergrown	A
A hermit chapel stood	B
It spoke the tale of seasons gone	A
And half revealed its ivied stone	A
Amid the beechen wood	B
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Here often when the mountain trees	C
A leafy murmur made	D
Now still now swaying to the breeze	C
Sounds that the musing fancy please	C
The widowed mourner strayed	D
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And many a morn she climbed the steep	E
From whence she might behold	F
Where 'neath the clouds in shining sweep	E
And mingling with the mighty deep	E
The sea broad Severn rolled	F
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Her little boy beside her played	D
With sea shells in his hand	G
And sometimes 'mid the bents delayed	D
And sometimes running onward said	H
Oh where is Holy Land	G
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My child she cried my prattler dear	I
And kissed his light brown hair	J
Her eyelid glistened with a tear	J
And none but God above could hear	K
That hour her secret prayer	J
	-
As thus she nursed her secret woes	L
Oft to the wind and rain	A
She listened at sad autumn's close	M
Whilst many a thronging shadow rose	L
Dark glancing o'er her brain	A
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Now lonely to the cloudy height	N
Of the steep hill she strays	O
Below the raven wings his flight	N
And often on the screaming kite	N
She sees the wild deer gaze	O
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The clouds were gathered on its brow	P
The warring winds were high	Q
She heard a hollow voice and now	P
She lifts to heaven a secret vow	P
Whilst the king of the storm rides by	Q
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Seated on a craggy rock	R
What aged man appears	S
There is no hind no straggling flock	R
Comes the strange shade my thoughts to mock	R
And shake my soul with fears	S
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Fast drive the hurrying clouds of morn	A
A pale man stands confessed	T
With look majestic though forlorn	A
A mirror in his hand and horn	A
Of ivory on his breast	T
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Daughter of grief he gently said	H
And beckoned her come near	I
Now say what would you give to me	U
If you brave Hoel's form might see	U
Or the sound of his bugle hear	K
	-
Hoel my love where'er thou art	V
All England I would give	W
If never never more to part	V
I now could hold thee to my heart	V
For whom alone I live	X
	-
He placed the white horn to her ear	K
And sudden a sweet voice	Y
Stole gently as of fairies near	I
While accents soft she seemed to hear	K
Daughter of grief rejoice	Y
	-
For soon to love and thee I fly	Q
From Salem's hallowed plain	A
The mirror caught her turning eye	Q
As pale in death she saw him lie	Q
And sinking 'mid the slain	A
	-
She turned to the strange phantom man	A
But she only saw the sky	Q
And the clouds on the lonely mountains' van	A
And the Clydden Shoots that rushing ran	A
To meet the waves of Wye	Q
	-
Thus seven long years had passed away	Z
She heard no voice of mirth	A2
No minstrel raised his festive lay	Z
At the sad close of the drisly day	Z
Beside the blazing hearth	B2
	-
She seemed in sorrow yet serene	A
No tear was on her face	C2
And lighting oft her pensive mien	A
Upon her languid look was seen	A
A meek attractive grace	C2
	-
In beauty's train she yet might vie	Q
For though in mourning weeds	D2
No friar I deem that passed her by	Q
Ere saw her dark yet gentle eye	Q
But straight forgot his beads	D2
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Eineon generous and good	B
Alone with friendship's aid	D
Eineon of princely Rhys's blood	E2
Who 'mid the bravest archers stood	B
To sooth her griefs essayed	B
	-
He had himself been early tried	B
By stern misfortune's doom	F2
For she who loved him drooped and died	B
And on the green hill's flowery side	B
He raised her grassy tomb	F2
	-
What marvel in his lonely heart	B
To faith a friendship true	G2
If when her griefs she did impart	B
And tears of memory oft would start	B
If more than pity grew	G2
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With converse mild he oft would seek	H2
To sooth her sense of care	J
As the west wind with breathings weak	H2
Wakes on the hectic's faded cheek	H2
A smile of faint despair	J
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The summer's eve was calm and still	I2
When once his harp he strung	J2
Soft as the twilight on the hill	I2
Affection seemed his heart to fill	I2
Whilst eloquent he sung	J2
	-
When Fortune to all thy warm hopes was unkind	B
And the morn of thy youth was o'erclouded with woe	K2
In me not a stranger to grief thou should'st find	B
All that friendship and kindness and truth could bestow	K2
	-
Yes the time it has been when my soul was oppressed	B
But no longer this heart would for heaviness pine	A
Could I lighten the load of an innocent breast	B
And steal but a moment of sadness from thine	A
	-
He paused then with a starting tear	J
And trembling accent cried	B
O lady hide that look severe	I
The voice of love of friendship hear	K
And be again a bride	B
	-
Mourn not thy much loved Hoel lost	B
Lady he is dead is dead	B
Far distant wanders his pale ghost	B
His bones by the white surge are tossed	B
And the wave rolls o'er his head	B
	-
She said Sev'n years their course have rolled	B
Since thus brave Hoel spake	L2
When last I heard his voice Behold	B
This ring it is of purest gold	B
Then keep it for my sake	L2
	-
When summers seven have robed each tree	U
And decked the coombs with green	A
If I come not back then thou art free	U
To wed or not and to think of me	U
As I had never been	A
	-
Those seven sad summers now are o'er	M2
And three I yet demand	B
If in that space I see no more	N2
The friend I ever must deplore	N2
Then take a mourner's hand	B
	-
The time is passed the laugh the lay	Z
The nuptial feast proclaim	O2
From many a rushing torrent gray	Z
From many a wild brook's wandering way	Z
The hoary minstrels came	O2
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From Kymin's crag with fragments strewed	B
From Skirid bleak and high	Q
From Penalt's shaggy solitude	B
From Wyndcliff desolate and rude	B
That frowns o'er mazy Wye	Q
	-
With harps the gallery glittered bright	B
The pealing rafters rung	J2
Far off upon the woods of night	B
From the tall window's arch the light	B
Of tapers clear was flung	J2
	-
The harpers ceased the acclaiming lay	Z
When with descending beard	B
Scallop and staff his steps to stay	Z
As foot sore on his weary way	Z
A pilgrim wan appeared	B
	-
Now lend me a harp for St Mary's sake	L2
For my skill I fain would try	Q
A poor man's offering to make	L2
If haply still my hand may wake	L2
Some pleasant melody	B
	-
With scoffs the minstrel crowd replied	B
Dost thou a harp request	B
And loud in mirth and swelled with pride	B
Some his rain dripping hair deride	B
And some his sordid vest	B
	-
Pilgrim a harp shall soon be found	B
Young Hoel instant cried	B
There lies a harp upon the ground	B
And none hath ever heard its sound	B
Since my brave father died	B
	-
The harp is brought upon the frame	O2
A filmy cobweb hung	J2
The strings were few yet 'twas the same	O2
The old man drawing near the flame	O2
The chords imperfect rung	J2
	-
Oh cast every care to the wind	B
And dry best beloved the tear	J
Secure that thou ever shalt find	B
The friend of thy bosom sincere	I
	-
She speechless gazed he stands confessed	B
The dark eyes of her Hoel shine	A
Her heart has forgotten it e'er was oppressed	B
And she murmurs aloud as she sinks on his breast	B
Oh press my heart to thine	A
	-
He turned his look a little space	C2
To hide the tears of joy	P2
Then rushing with a warm embrace	C2
Cried as he kissed young Hoel's face	C2
My boy my heart loved boy	P2
	-
Proud harpers strike a louder lay	Z
No more forlorn I bend	B
Prince Eineon with the rest be gay	Z
Though fate hath torn a bride away	Z
Accept a long lost friend	B
	-
	-
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This tale I heard when at the close of day	Z
The village harper tuned an ancient lay	Z
He struck his harp beneath a ruin hoar	N2
And sung of love and truth in days of yore	N2
And I retained the song with counsel sage	Q2
To teach one lesson to a wiser age	Q2